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Ananth Raj Kumar

Drama Others

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Ananth Raj Kumar

Drama Others

The Guardian

The Guardian

1 min
141

A lone weathered down soldier awaits,

A rifle nearly spent,

Behind enemy lines,

Shards whizzing by in all directions


A silent feeble unbodied whisper,

"Hold onto hope. I'm thy guardian. I’ve arrived"


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